Rivendale was built on the mountain.

One side is close to the towering peaks.

Three sides are surrounded by wide rivers that rush all year round.

Only a huge arch bridge connects the two ends of the valley.

The members of the expedition team were walking on this huge arch bridge at this time.

"This is Rivendell. I have heard of it many times before, but I didn't expect that I could have a day at Rivendell..."

"Although it is the residence of the elves, it is really beautiful, just like a fairy tale..."

"Can you shut up? The elves are our enemies..."

"You only need to shut up. I didn't hear Gandalf say, this is our strategy. Do you understand the strategy?"

"Shut up, it's not good to be heard by those elves..."

"If you hear it, I will be afraid of those elves like women..."

"Shut up all of you, you're all here. We are guests now. Pombobofo also needs the treatment of the elves. You can say less in a while, don't embarrass us dwarves..."

"Of course I won't embarrass the dwarves..."

The dwarves like to chatter and make noise as they are.

In the past, Morgan liked to interject a few words when dwarves quarrel to comfort the boredom of the journey.

Listening to the dwarves' argument, this is also one of the few fun things that Thorin, Oak Shield, Gandalf and others have on the boring journey.

But now, Morgan has no intention of listening to the dwarves talking nonsense.

He is now fully admiring Rivendell's picturesque scenery.

For Morgan, he can personally enjoy the scenery that truly belongs to the elf capital "Rivendale".

Instead of looking at the illusory scenery that can only be made with green special effects in front of the movie screen.

What a lucky thing this is.

Of course, Morgan was able to come to this world and was carrying a golden thigh like the Time Traveler System.

It is his most unparalleled luck.

At this time, like Morgan, there were more than Morgan who was fully enjoying the scenery of Rivendell.

Like Bilbo, like the white-bearded dwarf Bahrain, like the dwarf de Varin, and even the Oak Shield.

You know, it is not easy to come to Rivendell once.

Especially for the dwarves.

The elves are their enemies.

God knows if there is any such opportunity in the future.

Those who are smart naturally need to hurry up and appreciate it, which is the capital to brag when drinking in the future.

There are also stories to tell my grandson about my adventures when I was old.

Advance slowly along the giant arch bridge that is nearly 100 meters long.

Not long after, the group walked across the bridge and watched the statues of two huge elf warriors guarding the bridge.

I really walked into the wide square at the foot of Rivendell.

I didn't let everyone wait for long.

Soon, several elves appeared on the stone staircase ahead.

The elf in charge is slender, handsome, and wears a gorgeous and exquisite robe.

Just appearing can give others a gentlemanly and elegant atmosphere.

Morgan looked at the other person's ears at the first time. They were indeed sharp and slender, different from those he had seen the dwarf Hobbits now.

"What if such ears were grown on dwarves or hobbits?"

Such thoughts suddenly popped up in my mind.

Morgan fantasized, with sharp ears, short and ugly...

A fantasy creature immediately emerged in Morgan's mind: goblins.

Shaking his head, trying to throw the bad images out of his mind.

Morgan's eyes were once again focused on the elves coming towards him.

I have to sigh that it is normal for the elf's ears to grow like this.

The elf handsome gentleman in the head.

The other elves are similar, and they all have good looks and figures.

If in his previous life, these people would be forced to be models or male models at the White Horse Club, they would be the ones they were scrambled for.

Just seeing these people, Morgan felt that the elves were really different.

One of them comes out casually, no, a few are handsome.

But the other party is handsome, but it always feels like something is missing.

Yes, there is a little bit of a feature...

Yes, it's just a bad feature!

These elves look a bit like they are made of assembly lines.

Far less than yourself.

I secretly recalled my appearance.

Many interesting thoughts suddenly popped up in Morgan's mind.

Morgan looked ugly and fierce in his previous life.

When you see a handsome guy, sometimes you will think that no matter how handsome you are, you can't hit you with one punch.

Now he is dressed as a handsome guy.

When I saw the handsome guys again, I didn’t want to beat them up, but to compare them with myself in secret.

"This is a fucking idea!"

Shaking his head hard, Morgan cursed inwardly, not thinking about it anymore.

The elves in the lead clearly knew Gandalf and greeted him from afar.

Gandalf also greeted him with a smile on his face.

The two talked in elves.

Morgan listened with his ear and found that he could understand.

Only then did he understand what the first ability "universal language" means in the body data panel's ability column.

Gandalf chatted with the elf named Lind without shy away from everyone.

But the two of them used elf language.

The elf named Linde looked at the dwarves not far away from him from time to time during the chat.

It made the suspicious dwarves nervous.

Morgan knew the general content of the two chats, but he certainly wouldn't tell anyone else.

Just then.

A loud trumpet suddenly came from the other side of the river valley in the distance.

The group of people in the square immediately turned their heads.

I saw a large group of elves armed with silver armor rushing towards this side quickly from the opposite bank of the giant arch bridge.

When Thorin Oak Shield saw this scene, he was immediately impressed by a great enemy.

He pulled out his dagger and stood in front of the team and shouted: "Hurry up, get closer!"

The dwarves took out their weapons and quickly made defensive postures.

At this time, the fully armed elves cavalry finally rushed into the wide square.

A large number of cavalry moved back and forth around the dwarf team.

The dwarves stared at the elves, but they did not dare to act rashly.

At this time, a tall middle-aged elf wearing golden armor, a golden crown, and a handsome and majestic appearance rode into the square on a tall white horse.

"Gandalff!"

The middle-aged elf greeted Gandalf from afar.

"Mr. Elon..."
To be continued...